chronicles of idiosyncrasy

Note to world #608

Her mind turned it over again and again, without ceasing. She searched for the off switch in her brain–which when she finally found it, was already broken from prior attempts to stop overthinking everything. She braced for the angst that came with her dogged obsession to find resolution. She reminded herself that sometimes the only good answer was to wait. Except she really hated that answer. And then the self loathing rose like bile in her throat.